Note (read ONLY if you read Laughter): This takes place during Sam's journey from the forest into the Harrison graveyard. The words written in italics are flashbacks that Sam experiences. The flashbacks start at her house and end at where Laughter began.

"Mommy! Daddy!" The little girl's screams echoed in her head. Everything was orange, everything was hot. The little girl clutched Teddy to her chest, boiling tears rolling down her cheeks. (Where is Mommy and Daddy?) A sharp voice answered. (They're gone, you idiot. You killed them.) Sam shook her head. NO.

Her eyes burst open and she was not real. But then, memories came swarming inside of her. It had been real. The orange, the hotness, they were all there. Sam drew Teddy to her, but he was gone. Everything was gone. There was only black. She laughed herself to sleep.

What was happening? The little girl felt dizzy. She couldn't breathe. (You have to get out of here.) The little girl shut her eyes. No. (I can't. Where's Mommy? I want Mommy. Momm) Her hand sprung to life. She wanted Mommy to make the orange go away. (She's dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Go away.) The little girl screamed and drew her hand away. It was hot.

Still crying, she grabbed Teddy and came out from under the bed. The air smelled like acid. Everything was either orange or gray, but mostly orange. Sam saw the outline of the remains of her dollhouse. She saw the big picture of Mommy, Daddy and her fall down from the wall. It was being eaten by the orange.

The little girl ran. She ran. She ran from the heat, clutching Teddy to her chest. She ran away from the Bad Men that were lying on the floor, not moving. Acid tears fell from her eyes and dripped slowly onto Teddy, ruining him. She ran until her short legs gave away and ended. Teddy was gone. Her tears had killed him. She had killed him.

The girl smelled blood. It was on her finger. She was thirsty, eager to dive into something red. It tasted good. She licked her finger clean, wondering why Mommy always said blood was bad. She then threw her head back towards the innocent, twinkling stars that Daddy once said was "magical" and laughed.

Sam awoke with a start. She remembered. That's how Teddy disappeared. He told her to stop crying and she didn't. She didn't stop. So Teddy had left. He had gone and left her alone.

"Teddy!" Nothing. He was gone. And he wasn't coming back. He went to the Red Place. Teddy left her all by herself. (All by myself.) He didn't love her anymore. Just like Mommy and Daddy didn't love her anymore. ("NO! No more fire, Sam! Look, Mr. Bailey, she's only 7! NO, SAM!") The Bad Men came and they didn't love her anymore because she didn't like Bad Men and made orange. The Bad Men knew, then. They made Mommy and Daddy silent and tried her, too.

A breeze cut through the open air and slapped Sam's face like a palm striking the skin. ("Ow! Mr. Bailey, no! I want Mommy! OW!") A shiver sent coldness all over Sam's body and she was thirsty. Blood spilled and Sam was silent once again.

It was a long time before she heard the sirens. But when they came, it made Sam's eyes grow bigger. (Scared, aren't you?) The bright red flashing. Were her Mommy and Daddy with them? (No.) Was Teddy back? There wasn't any more time. The little girl fled into the refuge of the darkness. (They'll find you here. They know. They always know.) The red was coming closer. The little girl's eyes widened. Voices. They were… everywhere. (RUN.)

Sam was tired. She'd been walking too long on the black road. There was silence. No more Mommy. No more Teddy. No more Daddy. (No more.)

She fingered the knife in her pocket. She was hungry. In her mind's eye, she spied a rabbit. Pale and soft like moonlight, it sat silently on the wet ground. Happy. It was happy that Sam had found it. The knife flew and pierced it's snowy. Sam smiled. She ran quickly and ate. It tasted like the chocolate chip cookies Mommy used to bake. (Mmmmm.)

Dawn was approaching. The sun was flying over her head. Waves and waves or orange and red swirled above her in the sky. Dizzy. Sam was dizzy. She could no more stand against the tree. She fell and hit her head. It started to bleed. Somewhere, someone was laughing. Laughing at her.

Cold. Ice cold. The little girl sat shivering under the rock. (help. HELP.) She needed heat. She needed hot. The wind whipped through her mangled hair and whispered.

FIRE.

(No. Mommy said not to.) Mommy's dead. (I'll go to the Red Place.) You'll see Teddy. The girl slowly raised her head from her knees and stared. Everything was wet. She kept on staring at the small blade of grass in front of her.

It burst into flames.

"Good job, Sam." Sam looked up and saw the cold eyes of Mr. Bailey and the other Bad Men.

Sam was closer now. She kept on walking, ignoring the thudding pain in her head. She kept on walking to the laughter. They were laughing. She wanted to laugh with them.

It stood, looming before her. Threatening. (Come no closer, dear.) Sam ignored it. It said Harrison Graveyard. The night was dark and it held secrets no one knew of. The shadows moved restlessly, eager to find someone to sink their dark smiles into. The moonlight shone through the silvery mist and the rain pelted down. It hit her like a knife. Each drop pierced her skin, leaving a fresh, white hole.

Yet Sam ignored it.

(Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, ignore) She had to get to the laughter. It sounded like Mommy. "Come here, Sam! Come laugh with us," Mommy yelled. It was closer. "Daddy's here, too, Sam! Hurry!" Sam started to run. She wanted to run. Mommy and Daddy were back. She had to get to the laughter.

(Mommy. Daddy. I want to laugh so much, it hurts. It hurts, Daddy)

But she couldn't. She failed. Sam fell, fell into the laughing. Fell towards the laughing hole. Fell towards

(Mommy!)

and screamed. She fell into the illuminating black light. Fell to the orange.

Fell.

(to the shadows.)

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